You can either open it
Or break it
Either way
I’m  going through the window

You can keep the door locked
Or take it off the hinges
I really don’t care for it anymore
Any more than I care for convention
Or moderation
Or compromise
Or normality
Or civilized behavior

I wish to be known as a wild person
The one with a dent in his car that he won’t fix
The one who’d rather live in one room than in a mansion
The one who could remain silent the entire weekend
A recluse
Unaffected by trends
The man who decides to cross the freeway
On foot

I’m just tired
Tired of small talk
Tired of being the jester
Tired of pretending I give a **** just so I can get laid
Tired of your expectations of me
Tired of worrying if you are bored
Tired of trying to be interesting in a loud room
Tired of watching people set fire to things that require the ability to think
Tired of everyone’s desires

You can have mine
I left them in the room
It’s under the broken glass
I decided not to raise the window
That would be the normal way to do things
Except this isn’t normal
Remember
I’m leaving through the window
So breaking it seemed more appropriate
What’s the point of raising it?
That would seem to be the thing to do
Right?

But that’s the point
I don’t want to do what you expect
Even when I’m doing what you don’t expect
The surprise is within the surprise
As you are pondering what I’m doing
It compounds upon itself
To the point where you say
That’s pretty wild

Yeah
It is

When all seems lost
And you can’t be forgiven
When your feelings are hurt
And you don’t feel like livin’

Let me be your life support
Let me be your life support

When you’re lost at sea
And you can’t see the horizon
When your boat is sinking
And the water keeps risin’

Let me be your life line
Let me be your life line

Honey let me be your life support
Let me be your life line
I know I’m not a doctor
But I’ll be there in time
Whenever you need me
You know where I am
Honey let me be your life support
Honey let me be your man

Sometimes we can’t help ourselves
Sometimes there’s nothing we can do
We all go through hell sometimes
We just need someone to get us through

Honey let me be your life support
Let me be your life line
I know I’m not a doctor
But I’ll be there in time
Whenever you need me
You know where I am
Honey let me be your life support
Honey let me be your man

I heard silence in the cobwebs
of your soul
while everything else walked
as if lost
inside of the belief
that all you see is black and white.  
Then, I watched you crawl in search of truth
among faces with eyes
that held the illusion of everything
you think you want in life.

Your fingertips seem to know more
about your emotions
than your tears do
because you touch each hurt
your heart mentions
until they bleed.
I watch you pause,
and look over your shoulder
for yesterday
almost as if you wish
it would never leave.

I wonder if you will ever learn
how simple
the feel of your own skin
could be
if you would just not let anger write its name
on your walls carelessly.  
Perhaps then, you could see the sunlight
of a brand new day
and accept the shades of gray
that color me.

I brushed my hand across what you said
then remembered
the exact moment I discovered
my favorite hiding place
where my heart could take deep breaths
and move away from the shadows
speaking as echoes across my mind.  
I could feel them move far, far away
from my beating heart
taking me to heights
where I could escape to a better place,
I thought I'd never find.

The deepest pain.....all the hurt I feel,
becomes trivial in this journey
where I define myself
and rises above my existence
here in the solitude
I find
within this hiding place.
Here, my heart becomes softly addicted
to leaving behind
the complications which cling
to the railings
of all my inspiration
when I attempt to write
the song of a nightingale
and every bad memory.........
erase.

Do you find yourself holding on to nothing
With absolutely everything you have
So afraid that you will lose
What you never had

Are you just letting go of everything
You’ve found so easy to obtain
While crying out for that
You wouldn’t want if gained

Take a look at what you have
Listen to its song
Perhaps you’ll find it’s the very thing
You’ve wanted all along

If you find you’re never satisfied
With anything you hold
Then your heart may be singing
The saddest song of old

I have known that the sun can hear thunder
and how its brightness
can be unfathomable,
like my dreams.
Since the beginning of my pulse
I have been honored
with good days
that left me grateful
inside of the sweetness
never stifling.........
within all it means.

When midnight kisses the glass
that morning has already
tasted......
Like a thirsty spider
crying out........
for the rain.
All of my senses are
swept through
knowing, my words don't fall
on deaf ears......
or stand there,
all wasted.

No, you cannot know how I'm feeling
but that doesn't mean
our world's stopped spinning.
The sun.......
can still hear thunder
in all the ways you love me.
You lift me up
in the midst of a storm.
All my senses are swept through
my words stand in stillness
a storm's ending......
is love's beginning.

Autonomous talking faces
Blathering on & on about
Endless government *****

Like a perpetually new iPhone
There's an App for every view
Install. Use. Reboot.

Multi-dæmon robocop
Seduces his sci-fi fans
With tales of grandeur & success

A printer spliced with a vacuum
Pay it with ink; have it print what you want
It'll **** you good

And then

Late at night in the quiet of a Sunday moon
The zeitgeist peels off his human suit
Plugs itself into the wall
And has cybernetik ***
With its self-aware CPU.